It has two faces in opposing directions And a spider over its third eye
the faces were at war in confusion
liminal in-betweening
Bones facing the exterior, parasol-like
the spiders trying to open the parasol
Te four armed monster facing in each drection
each direction birthed a thread to another world
there is neither sun nor rain: the parasol is a remnant of another time
This being can only smile
Ever-ready for anything
especially the mouth, the mouth will eat it all
Slipping between the covers of night to awaken us into the alien-nation
avian cyborg
and will be blooming sunflowers in a few weeks
with the dropped knobs and a sprinkle of lavender
Smells good